The wait was unbearable.
Three days.
That was how long it took for the DNA test results to come back.
But to Anna—
It felt like a lifetime.
She sat in Vincent's living room, her leg bouncing slightly as she stared at her phone.
Nothing.
No call.
No message.
Just silence.
Vincent stood across the room, watching her carefully. He hadn't said much all morning, but his presence alone felt like a steady anchor.
"You don't have to look at it right away," he said calmly.
Anna let out a small breath.
"I know."
But that didn't stop her heart from racing.
Because this wasn't just a test.
It was an answer.
One that could change everything.
Her phone suddenly rang.
Anna froze.
Her eyes locked onto the screen.
Unknown number.
Her throat went dry.
Vincent stepped closer.
"Answer it."
She hesitated—
Then picked up.
"H-hello?"
"Miss Anna?"
"Yes…"
"This is the lab. Your test results are ready."
Her grip on the phone tightened.
"Okay…"
"We've sent a copy to your email. Would you like me to explain the results over the phone?"
Anna swallowed hard.
Her eyes flickered to Vincent.
He gave her a small nod.
"Yes," she whispered.
There was a brief pause on the other end.
Then—
"The results confirm a biological relationship."
Anna's heart stopped.
Her breath caught.
"What… what do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely audible.
"The probability of paternity is 99.9%."
Silence.
Complete silence.
The words echoed in her mind.
Over and over again.
99.9%.
Maverick…
Was her father.
The phone slipped slightly in her hand.
She barely heard the rest of what the lab technician was saying.
"Miss Anna? Are you still there?"
"Yes," she said quickly, her voice shaking.
"Thank you."
She ended the call.
And just sat there.
Frozen.
Vincent watched her closely.
"What did they say?"
Anna didn't answer immediately.
She looked up at him slowly.
Her eyes filled with something he hadn't seen before.
Not just fear.
Not just confusion.
Something deeper.
"He's my father."
The words came out quietly.
But they hit hard.
Vincent's expression darkened slightly.
Even though he had suspected it—
Hearing it confirmed made everything more complicated.
Anna let out a shaky breath.
"I actually have a father…"
Her voice broke slightly.
"And it's him."
She stood up suddenly and began pacing.
"I don't even know how to feel," she said, running a hand through her hair. "I should be angry. I am angry. But…"
She stopped.
"But what?"
Anna looked at him, her eyes conflicted.
"But what if he's telling the truth?"
Vincent crossed his arms slightly.
"That he didn't know about you?"
She nodded.
Vincent didn't respond immediately.
Because that possibility…
It changed things.
"He seemed… sincere," Anna admitted quietly.
Vincent's jaw tightened slightly.
"Maverick is a lot of things," he said. "But he's not a liar when it comes to things like that."
Anna's chest tightened.
That didn't help.
That made it worse.
Her phone buzzed again.
This time—
It was a message.
From an unknown number.
Anna frowned slightly and opened it.
Maverick: Did you get the results?
Her heart skipped.
She stared at the message for a long moment.
Vincent noticed.
"It's him, isn't it?"
Anna nodded slowly.
"What are you going to do?" he asked.
She didn't answer immediately.
Instead—
She typed.
Yes.
The reply came almost instantly.
And?
Anna hesitated.
Her fingers hovered over the screen.
Then—
She typed again.
It's positive.
There was a longer pause this time.
Long enough to make her heart race again.
Then—
I see.
That was it.
No celebration.
No dramatic reaction.
Just two words.
Anna frowned slightly.
"That's all he said?" Vincent asked.
She nodded.
But something about it felt…
Off.
Too calm.
Too controlled.
Across the city…
Maverick stood by the window, his phone still in his hand.
His expression unreadable.
But his grip on the phone tightened slightly.
99.9%.
He closed his eyes briefly.
Letting the reality settle in.
Anna.
His daughter.
A daughter he never knew existed.
A daughter who had grown up without him.
A daughter who now stood on the opposite side of everything he was.
He let out a slow breath.
Then placed the phone on the table.
For once—
Maverick didn't feel in control.
Back at the mansion…
Anna sat down again, her thoughts spinning.
"What happens now?" she asked quietly.
Vincent looked at her.
"That depends on you."
She frowned slightly.
"What do you mean?"
"He's your father," Vincent said. "That doesn't automatically make him part of your life."
Anna looked down at her hands.
"I don't even know if I want that."
"That's okay."
She glanced up at him.
"Is it?"
Vincent nodded.
"You don't owe him anything."
Those words settled deep in her chest.
Because that was what she needed to hear.
Not pressure.
Not expectation.
Choice.
Anna leaned back slightly, staring at the ceiling.
"My whole life… I wondered who my father was," she said softly.
Vincent remained silent, letting her speak.
"I imagined different scenarios," she continued. "Maybe he left. Maybe he didn't care. Maybe he was a good person who just couldn't stay."
She laughed softly, but there was no humor in it.
"I never imagined this."
Vincent watched her carefully.
"A mafia boss," she added.
The irony wasn't lost on either of them.
Silence filled the room again.
But this time—
It felt heavier.
More real.
Because now—
There was no more guessing.
No more "what ifs."
Just truth.
Anna sat up slowly.
"I need to see him."
Vincent's expression sharpened slightly.
"Are you sure?"
She nodded.
"I need to hear it again. From him."
Vincent studied her for a moment.
Then nodded once.
"Alright."
As Anna stood there, preparing herself for what came next, one thing became clear:
This wasn't just about finding her father.
This was about deciding—
Whether she wanted him.
And somewhere across the city…
Maverick was already waiting.